It was announced in early 1973 that all of the prog troupes were hard at work creating the most complicated dance ever made. In the incredible 340/6 time, it was claimed by several frontmen that the piece would "never end". Much like the song, it was said that the dance would go on an endless loop, and on, and on, and on...

Though many traditionalists had, by this stage, gone over the hill and started up the next one, many new "groups" took their simple formula and emulated it, decrying the arrogance of the proggies (which is the kettle saying that the pot is more black that he is, cause they're both still black) and using simple structures. They had been wowing audiences and impressing journalists, and signs that the prog movement was losing its sheen were becoming more and more appearant.

By the time the dance was prepared for a live performance, many fans had turned on the prog troupes. At the special show, many fans booed the event, calling it excessively arrogant and over-the-top (NO!). In a desperate attempt to in them back, the supergroup changed the time signature for 340/6 to 518/4 with an irrational 29/11 triplet. At that point many fans' heads exploded into meaty chunks. The other group members' feet melted into flesh-coloured goop. The frontmen simply imploded, and every single roadie, hand and gaffer's eyes receded into their sockets and disappeared in a poof of smoke. Amazing, no photos of these events exist, but you never know.